I beg of you don’t be depressed,
or become totally obsessed,
with what you see as your emotional strife.

I know you are consumed with pain,
wondering if once again,
you’ve made a bad mistake about your life.

For you have said you love me so,
and never want to see me go,
because I fill a void in your sweet soul.

And now you see me build a wall,
and not acknowledge you at all,
as if I did not care about your role.

So there you are on the front lawn,
distraught because all hope is gone,
whimpering as you whisper my first name.

Please believe me, I do love you so.
I’ll get on the stick and let you know!
Right after tonight’s playoff hockey game.